MA is away at The Imaginarium this weekend, so Ami and I went upstairs and played on her computer. We love The GIMP!
Anyway, my thyroid medicine is as strong as it needs to be, and I take a half a pill in the morning and a whole pill in the evening. I don’t have any energy, but it’s nice. Before, I couldn’t get comfortable, but now I just curl up in my warm soft bed and snooze away. I get up when MA comes to feed us, but I don’t go upstairs anymore.
Why go upstairs? The litter box is downstairs, the food is downstairs, the water is downstairs, and my cozy cushy bed is downstairs. It’s my own man-cat cave! MA gives me pats when she comes downstairs to feed us or get her car or do the laundry and stuff. If this ain’t the Rainbow Bridge, it’ll do until the Rainbow Bridge comes along!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: What’s your idea of perfection?
MuASharing is nice.
Following is friendly.